A night of passionate lovemaking.
Jiang Yingji lazily rolled over, propping herself up on her snow-white arms. Her slender shoulders slightly arched, and her two round, supple breasts sagged like hanging bells, their full contours exceeding the width of her chest and ribs, forming two large, egg-shaped mounds overflowing between her arms.
Her tender rosy areolas were slightly raised, topped with two bright red nipples. A glistening sheen of fragrant sweat enveloped her proud breasts, as if she had just experienced a passionate lovemaking session, the allure still lingering.
Her long, shapely legs were curled together, her pear-shaped buttocks full, and between her thighs, a plump, alluring vulva, its crevice tinged with a faint blush and glistening with milky fluid, a sight that stirred the imagination.
With a slight shift of her beautiful legs, Jiang Yingji's face flushed crimson, a tingling, numbing sensation spreading through her pubic area. Even the slightest friction sent shivers down her spine, like an electric current coursing through her veins, making her heart race and her face flush.
After resting for a moment, she stretched out her delicate, jade-like feet, her tender toes hooking onto her high heels, slipping them into her smooth, plump, bare feet. Her heels were rounded and soft, without a single crease of callus, even more tender than a baby's round bottom.
Putting on her high heels, she picked up her evening gown and put it on, but even this simple action seemed to have exhausted her strength. She was panting heavily, unable even to bend down to pick up her underwear.
After regaining some strength, Jiang Yingji, her body still limp, left the room, which reeked of a damp, decadent atmosphere.
"Anu..."
Jiang Yingji sat on the living room sofa, her full, plump buttocks sinking deeply into the leather seat. Her evening gown, pulled up slightly and rolled up halfway to her waist, revealed her full, white thighs... and a glimpse of her crotch.
Her exquisite body sank back against the sofa, languidly calling for the old servant of the exorcism spirit. Although the old servant often changed, her address remained the same.
A short while later, the old servant, his face wrinkled and expressionless, appeared before her... As the old servant of the exorcism spirit, he spent most of his time waiting beside Jiang Yingji.
Upon seeing the jade-like body sprawled on the sofa, the old servant's dim, yellowed eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. His gaze fell upon the Queen of Shanghai's loosened shoulder straps, revealing her fair, smooth shoulders, deep cleavage, and expanses of snow-white, creamy flesh…
Her two pert breasts pushed the silk dress into two alluring protrusions, the areolas subtly outlined by the fragrant sweat clinging to her skin.
Most alluring were the exposed, rounded, full thighs at the waist and hem of her skirt, and the barely visible, seductive triangle—the plump mound of her vulva, glistening with tender pink flesh…
And those bare legs, white and smooth as jade, with their graceful, alluring curves, led down to her straight, slender calves, their calves gracefully lifted.
Her small feet, encased in gleaming high heels, revealed her full, shapely instep, making her flawless skin appear even more translucent and alluring.
The old servant swallowed hard, bowing his head respectfully, but a fervent glint flashed in his dim eyes…
"We're going to… the Longevity Temple tonight. I need you to keep an eye on that old monster. Aside from the treatment, don't let him do anything improper."
Jiang Yingji stretched languidly, her ample breasts heaving as if about to burst from her loose dress, and her legs unconsciously parted slightly to the sides as she leaned forward.
The sight of her exposed vulva, her delicate skin slightly parted, was fully revealed to the old servant.
However, Jiang Yingji made no attempt to conceal anything. She never truly considered these centuries-old relics as "men." The old servants' bodies were cages she had prepared for them, like turtles in a jar, with nowhere to escape, completely at her mercy.
The first few relatively useful exorcist servants were completely erased from the world simply because they glanced at her private parts a few times…
She naturally felt the slightly eager gaze from the old servant, but she didn't intend to deal with it. The first one, in her current state of lust, felt inexplicably excited by the "fact" of a man looking at her genitals.
Even if this man was a sexually impotent exorcist servant, or rather, precisely because he was a harmless exorcist servant, she allowed him to look without hesitation.
Furthermore, this was a crucial moment, and reawakening another exorcist servant would take time, especially since this servant was the one she used most easily and effortlessly.
"It's impossible to deal with it now..."
Thinking about it, a sudden wave of drowsiness washed over her. After all, she and Yu Tang had been up all night, and for someone with such a stable sleep schedule, the moment her mind relaxed, sleepiness crept in.
She glanced at the old servant, who seemed oblivious to her surroundings, not even glancing at her exposed thighs. Relieved, she let out a soft yawn.
Ignoring the old servant's presence, she crossed her legs, propped herself up on her snow-white arms, her slender waist slightly bent, her full hips protruding, highlighting her large, firm breasts. Her entire body was a tapestry of curves, her breasts sculpted, possessing both a girlish allure and the voluptuous, ripe beauty of a mature fruit—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Seeing the Queen of Shanghai propping her head up with her arm, her silky black hair cascading down to obscure half of her exquisite face, her breathing gradually becoming even and deep.
The old servant, like a snake awakening from hibernation, abruptly looked up at the sleeping Jiang Yingji.
The casually worn evening gown couldn't contain her full, slender figure; a wisp of pink at the end of her white legs was the sweet source he craved even in his dreams.
He greedily scanned her from head to toe. If his gaze could turn into semen, Jiang Yingji's entire body, from between her beautiful toes to the tips of her silky hair, would probably be covered in a thick layer of semen…
He forced himself to avert his gaze; a moment's hesitation could ruin everything… If he wasn't mistaken, Jiang Hua would understand his hint.
And then, he could truly—
…have his way with her.
......
In the vast jungles of northern Myanmar, a sudden downpour had been pouring down for days.
But the soldiers' search continued. Armored vehicles rumbled through the jungle, drones buzzed like swarms of bees through the rain, creating an almost inescapable net, yet they still couldn't catch the Amazonian warrior who resembled a female leopard.
But Zhao Hao knew that Tang Lanyan was still in this jungle, never having left. The evidence was…
"Boom!"
The view from another squad abruptly went dark. In the final flash of screams and explosions, a lithe, naked body appeared. Mud and water left almost no stain on her taut, smooth skin. Her black hair was tied into a neat ponytail with a strip of cloth from her shirt.
A snow-white neck and swan-like breasts, slender shoulders, delicate collarbones, and a pair of pert, trembling breasts with alluring pink nipples.
Even though she only appeared briefly on screen, it wasn't hard to recognize that the owner of those lithe and graceful figures was none other than Tang Lanyan!
"Slap..."
Zhao Hao slammed his hand on the screen, causing it to shake violently. He felt a burning sensation on his face. He had used so many resources and methods, yet he still couldn't capture Tang Lanyan.
He had even been slowly bled dry in the jungle by her. Her unwavering, indomitable spirit and determination sent a chill down his spine. He had completely betrayed Tang Lanyan; if he encountered her again, the consequences were unimaginable...
He couldn't help but recall the events of a few days ago. Even under those circumstances, they hadn't managed to capture Tang Lanyan; instead, it was that useless black man who had once again...
His gaze fell upon a massive green tank behind him, bubbling and frothing, submerging a body seemingly pieced together from fragments. The skin was dark, incomplete, and connected by countless tubes.
Mechanical arms were moving up and down in the water, implanting various gleaming metal components into the mutilated, dark body.
The hundreds of missile attacks of the past few days hadn't defeated Tang Lanyan; she had even seized an opportunity, using a sudden downpour to escape the range of the missiles.